Maybe we'll paper the walls with them

You can only imagine the names I have called the Washington County Elections Office late at night while waiting for voting results at the newspaper. I've even harbored suspicions that it might not be the most competent sector of our county bureaucracy. My suspicions were bolstered when we moved to our new house and it took the office not one, not two, but three tries to correctly switch my wife's registration details. But it appears they're trying - maybe a bit too hard - to make up for past failures. The missus, in just the past few months, has received not one, not two, not three, but four voter registration cards (the example above comes from Lancaster County). Maybe we're supposed to distribute them to people who could reasonably pass for my wife and have them try to cast ballots. Sure, that's it. It's a test to make sure the poll workers are on their toes. I've also been fortunate enough to receive a couple of spares, and the guy who built my house back in the '70s and moved to Florida many moons ago got a new card, too. I'm thinking of calling him to see if he wants to meet me on Election Day at the Hopewell Township garage and cast a ballot. Even if they stop him from voting, he can get some of the delicious baked goods the ladies sell there. And, baby, that's democracy to me.